I miss how things were.
When things were new.
When I was still this strange exciting person in your eyes.
When I was your muse.
Can we start over?
Can we go back to the beginning?
In my fantasy we went to a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. You wore a short, tight, red dress that matched your lipstick. After dinner you took me to your place, slowly stripped, then tied my hands to your bedpost and had your way with me.
Two things that need to change.